Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.

Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

Garner knowledge, by any means possible

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.

Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.